The good old days?
I don’t know if it’s anything to do with the situation in which we find ourselves but in the same way we have all been physically walking more, if we are able, I have been walking down memory lane too.
The world around us has changed so much and yet sometimes we don’t realise because we are so busy ‘doing’ rather than just ‘being’. I wrote on the blog about the blue tits learning to take the creamy top of the milk but now have unlearned the skill. At the risk of revealing my age, here are some other memories.
Remember when ...
Jack Frost patterns were on the inside of the windows and if you were cold you put on another layer of clothing. Sometimes you put your clothes on before you got out of bed!
Corona wasn’t a virus but fizzy drinks delivered to our roads and there was money back on the bottles. Fantastic colours - red, orange and green.
Liberty bodices. Does anyone remember those? Oh dear really showing my age. They were worn by little girls, over a vest in the winter, made from a cream-coloured woven wool with little rubber buttons.
Then there’s the exotic Vesta Curry which was boil in the bag - and Angel Delight! And we were served in shops from behind a counter. I’m sure you can add so many more memories to this list.
When we acknowledge how much life has changed around us and when we begin to remember the past we realise that our pilgrimage journey has brought us a long way and there is comfort in recognising this.
Nor the piece of Welsh flannel my Grandmother warmed and rubbed goose grease into and put inside your vest when you had a chesty cold. Not the most pleasant smell. Thank you Penny for all these wonderful memories.
My vests were hand knitted in VERY SCRATCHY wool!! I also remember all the things you mentioned and we mustn't forget the navy knickers!
Yes I had liberty bodices in winter as well as woollen vests made of cream lambswool. I remember my first pair of Ladybird pyjamas too with warm fleecy insides.
My Liberty Bodice had a row of rubber buttons, so I used to leave it on under my nightie, but my Mother would come upstairs and check and make me take it off. Happy days. Mary
So true Penny I wonder if our grandchildren will have memories like these when they look back. Their lives are so comfortable and untroubled we think but this is something that none of us imagined. Human kind will survive and they will too make memories X